When I’m on the dance floor, 
 I need to know you’re a chick 
 so I can grab you a drink 
 and fill your head with sweetness. 
 I need to know so I can put my hands on you, 
 twirl you around, and spin you, tip you, make you 
 walk any which way I want. 
 I need to know my laughter isn’t 
 sickening. 
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